Fast on thy feet and quick as the meadow's hare,
Where dost the sinewy calf take thee?
For indeed with the strength of will and complexion in thine Estate,
What will keep thee from conquering the greater Dominion of Man?
Oh, but far be it from thee to take All with a sweeping gesture,
Or to harbor Them under thy wing as a hen,
It be far simpler still to pluck Him one by one,
And leave Adam's Seed dazed and stripped of all he was confident;
Alas, wilt none of Man tame the tempest that is thine essence,
Without murdering the spirit's luster and leaving only shell intact?
Behold, even now It does approach with haste!
Run! Quickly!
Thou hast escaped with fervor that which you have hunted,
Indeed the Predator has become the Prey,
But what is this?
A new Game for thy fancy?
A new day to frolic about the meadow of love.
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